Page 8 of Retribution
Ohhh. The thought made my core tighten around his fingers, and my breath pick up, the heat and need already resurfacing, itching and scratching my insides, teasing my senses. I whimpered, unable to control it. My fingers found the ties on Lenin’s pants and worked the knot until it was free, then I pushed his pants down until gravity took them to the floor.
My eyes fell to his thick length, glistening from his release but still hard and ready. My core clenched again, and the man in front of me groaned, “It pleases me that you view me as desirable, Little Kitten.”
After his words, he pulled his fingers free of my body, and I instantly missed them. I immediately desired the fullness they left empty within me. Lenin’s eyes fell to Justice, who was watching him while he worshipped the skin at my neck, his fingers still lightly thrumming my clit. Lenin’s hand raised, going to Justice’s mouth. Justice took Lenin’s fingers in his mouth, sucking my essence off his fingers.
“Mine.” The words vibrated through me; my body stiffened, nearly collapsing at the demand to submit. Was this what it was like? The need to submit to your mate? The desire to please them? The uncontrollable urge to be taken and used in the most primal of ways? Just the word, spoken, growled, whispered, made my body weep, sent urges to please and be pleased coursing through my nerves.
Lenin pulled his hand back, bringing it instantly to his cock, squeezing the head as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling. I reached for his thighs, pulling him closer to me. I brought my mouth to the tip and licked the cum still leaking from the tip, exposing my body for Justice and allowing him to take what he wanted.
Justice sat back on his haunches, his hand grazing up my thighs. He teased my core with his fingers before leaning his whole body over my back, bringing his lips to my ear. “I didn’t want to want you, you know.”
I blinked, bobbing my head on Lenin’s cock, before pulling off him only long enough to say, “I know.”
His palm rubbed my back. “I was a fool. You were always the only option for me.“ He paused, “Both of you.”
He kissed a trail down my spine before his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my body away from Lenin and forcing me to sit up. His fingers roamed my stomach, my chest, tickling the valley between my breasts before resting his palm against my throat. The hold was possessive, owning. The alpha of a man letting me know that I would submit to him. I would let him own my body, not like I ever questioned that fact.
His lips brushed against my ear. “I’m going to let our mate take you first; I don’t think you have much objection to that.”
He paused, his teeth biting almost painfully into my earlobe and causing a new wave of yearning to take hold. My voice came out scratchy as I spoke, “No objections.”
“Good.” His palm not against my neck, resting on my pulse, found my breast, gently flicking the nipple. He suddenly seemed nervous when he said, “I need to tell you –”
He let the words hang in the air and then said nothing. I arched my body against him, pushing my breast out, forcing his palm to put pressure on it. “Tell me.”
He growled at my demand, his need for command entirely in effect in this state. “Mating as a wolf is not the same as humans or vampires.” He paused, his eyes finding Lenin. “Or ogre.”
“I’m not afraid.” And it was true. I wasn’t. Not of anything with Justice. He might have scared me at first, but now I knew he would never hurt me. Not physically. And the more we were together, the interactions, the few stolen moments of alone time, I’d learned he would no longer try to hurt me emotionally either. He was confused, lost, broken when we found him. And maybe he was still some of those things, but he was also sweet, caring, and protective when he allowed himself to be.
“I’ll bite you. Again. I can’t stop the urge to want to,” Justice confessed.
I ground my ass against his hard cock at my back. “I like to be bitten.”
A slight smile lifted Lenin’s lips before his knee hit the bed, and he climbed on, giving attention to the breast Justice wasn’t touching. I fought for control of my body, fought not to beg wantonly.
Justice took my hair in his hand, pulling slightly before shifting it to my other shoulder, then he leaned into my other ear. “Once I –” I heard him swallow, “Once I come inside of you, my dick will swell, making it impossible to pull out. You will feel every pulse, every bit of pressure inside of you – you will feel. It will be too much, too little, too intense, and by then, there will be no going back. Is this what you want?” At his words, my want and need intensified, my body already readying itself for his promises. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, “You don’t have to answer; I can smell just how much you want it.”
In an instant, his body was gone, pulled away from mine as he backed up, making room for both Lenin and me. I looked at my Ogre, his glamour flickering, his control slipping as his hand swept up and down his length. He was glorious in either form. His muscles thick, his stature large, and his beauty was ethereal with or without his disguise. I wanted him, I’d wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on him, but I hadn’t pushed. Hadn’t truly known how he felt until I gazed upon him now, his eyes focused on my body, his cock bobbing with his hand’s movements.
I reached for the long lock of hair that was hanging over his shoulder and pulled it toward me, dragging him in my direction before I pushed him down on the bed, encasing his muscled thighs with my own. I leaned down and licked the tip of his cock, savoring the taste before sitting back up.
“Our mate.” I ran my fingers over his stomach, dragging my nails over the ridges of muscles, enjoying the hiss the escaped him, “Wants us to fuck. What do you want?”
I’d never used harsh language when talking to Lenin; his soul was too gentle for harshness. But if our bodies joined, I did not doubt that fucking was exactly what we would be doing. Losing control. Going wild. Taking and giving weeks’ worth of pent-up wanting and denying.
“I have not pleased a female,” he admitted, which made my mind go wild with all the thoughts of him with a man. He had already admitted that his kind didn’t see gender, didn’t put as much emphasis on the type of relationships between them. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, squeezing and stopping my movement. “But you will teach me?”
Honestly, I doubted he needed much teaching. He was already a pro when it came to playing and sucking on my tits, that much he’d demonstrated. He managed to find my g-spot without a single bit of guidance when he slipped his fingers inside my body. Judging by his thickness and length, he was definitely – ogre-sized. I knew I would have absolutely no problem teaching him just how to use it.
I lifted to my knees, positioning myself over Lenin as Justice watched, his eyes nearly burning us with their intensity. Without looking away from Justice, I lowered myself onto Lenin’s body, his hands fisting into the sheet next to us as my nails dug into his chest.
I miscalculated. Overjudged my ability to withstand being stretched. Maybe I just underestimated his size. Didn’t account for the heat being mated to Justice had done to my body and just how sensitive I was. But halfway down, I knew it was too late, I couldn’t reverse, and I couldn’t stop my body from exploding around him. My channels squeezed as sparks shot through my vision, and below me, the male under my body was breathing heavily, gripping the sheets so hard, holes began to form.
“I do not think I can handle a woman,” he proclaimed when my orgasm faded, and I could breathe again.
“I did not think our woman could handle you,” Justice countered before he shamelessly climbed over Lenin’s body and straddled his chest, facing me. His hands fell to my hip, guiding me back up before he slammed me down on Lenin’s cock again. He forced my hips up again, repeating the process until my skin was no longer sensitive but burning with the desire to seek its release.
My thighs burned from the exertion, my hips rocked, my center clenched. With each pull, my body relaxed, but with each drop down, my muscles squeezed, my body tensed, and the ache intensified. In front of me, Justice faced me, alternating between giving me kisses and playing with my breasts. Lenin wrapped his large hands around Justice’s body, holding on to his hip while working his cock in his palm.